Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1033 | 2016-03-08 16:20:23 | 120.47 | 95% |
| 716 | 2015-06-23 23:00:25 | 130.53 | 96% |
| 356 | 2015-02-08 08:52:19 | 113.57 | 94% |
| 149 | 2014-04-06 05:11:29 | 118.90 | 95% |